Come here, you little party hat

Let me squeeze you

And do your hair

Don't go over there

Chemical Brothers

Fatboy Slims

Peach nut

Peach nut

I thought I saw a young couple clinging to a round baby

But it was a bundle of trash and food

Trash and food

Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo

A ceremonial crawl-through

Designed to keep toads off the roads

Hot head

You know you've been written down in the big book

And on their bin it said "189 MOTHER"

You're just jealous of the star

Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo

Crushed

Doo-doo-doo

I feel your approach

All the hairs on my arm raise up

Because you are wearing a fleece

That has become electrified

Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo

Whatever

Woah, just killed a giant wolf!

Why are you revving?

Are you enjoying yourself?

By doing nothing and staring at the wall?

Busted

What I really love is to not use something to its full capacity

Not full power

Half its potential

Medium

Roman remains

I am not in charge of what I do

The only thing I could think to ask was

"Do you like stumpwork?"

Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo

Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo